Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch
to her grandma who liked to munch
Riding Hood liked to play like waiter
until Wolf spied her and then ate her.
Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep
They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep.
One got lost, causing Bo to sniff:
"That's it!" and pushed all over cliff.
Cinderella got dressed for the dance
Mean stepsisters said, "Think you have a chance?"
Cindy lost shoe, Prince said, "Yeah,she'll do."
That wasn't hard, she said. (gee, who knew!)
Jack traded cow for a magic beanstalk
His mom was angry, said, "take a walk"
He climbed stalk, killed giant, stole gold bullion
invested in bitcoins, and made a gazillion!
There's surely a moral to the fairytale story
Beware what happens when things get gory!
Categories:
stepsisters, adventure, fantasy, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Cinderella had fun at the ball
with her Prince charming, handsome and tall.
It got late and she would
run home fast as she could-
but one slipper fell off in a fall.
The Prince found it and let people know
he must find Cinderella, although
her glass shoe needs to fit-
those that don't, he'll omit.
The contenders did soon come and go.
Not one woman could match the small size.
Surely most of them did agonize!
But her mean stepsisters
chose to be enlisters
made a plan for large feet to disguise!
They then cut off some toes and the heel
disregarding the pain they would feel
planned to fool the Prince who
placed one shoe and withdrew!
As blood flowed, he collapsed with a squeal!
Cinderella forgave them for this-
took them under her wing with some bliss.
Found them men to soon wed.
At the wedding, instead-
pigeons plucked their eyes out with a hiss!
Categories:
stepsisters, betrayal, nursery rhyme,
Form: Limerick
She scrubs the floors with hands that bleed,
her heart, a brittle thing beneath her chest—
a reflection of the shattered glass
she once danced on,
believing love was a crown
meant to fit anyone.
The prince's ring,
so smooth,
is a shackle,
and his kiss—
not a promise,
but a contract with the devil’s own whisper.
Her stepsisters wear their cruelty
like fine silk,
while her smile fades
into the dust of her cinders.
The carriage,
once golden,
is a cage
that rattles down the path
toward a ball
that was never hers to begin with.
The clock does not strike midnight.
It grinds her bones to powder,
and she is left standing
in the ruins of her own dreams,
the glass slipper cutting into her flesh
as if it always knew
it was meant to break her.
Categories:
stepsisters, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Cinderella was not difficult to please.
Tired from her back-to-back chores, she needed no bed.
She could use a bit of straw for a pillow.
Or sleep without anything under her head.
Her loveliness caused jealous feelings.
Without makeup or fancy frocks, she was still the pretty one.
Her stepsisters had smack talk in their hearts.
They could not stop speaking meanness about her.
Cinderella did not concern herself with this frivolity.
She was a hard-worker who did what she had to do.
Living with these diabolical creatures until she turned eighteen.
“Take us with you!” urged the mice. They knew the hearts of the others.
Categories:
stepsisters, books,
Form: Narrative
If I had to explain to a child
What is fear?
I could not
I would not
But for the adult
Fear is all too familiar
Yet so unknown
Transcendence is skewed
Fear is natural
Yet it is corrupt
It is in the mind alone
But also physically numbs
A lingering silence
Devoid of thoughts
Or a chaotic noise
Without a gap between screams
Blooming from confusion
Unfamiliarity, wrath and kindness
The reason for being afraid
Was not the same
For Jack or Jill
Dorothy or the Tinman
Stepmother or Stepsisters
Bonnie or Clyde
Are you still afraid?
One asked a dying man
‘No’, he replied
If not before, then at your last breath
Categories:
stepsisters, confusion, death, emotions, fear,
Form: Free verse
It’s almost midnight Cinderella, her Fairy Godmother whispered.
She laughed so hard, the couch fell in two.
I smiled at old crone's mistake. She does not know my cousin well.
She limped out of there in her rags, horrifying the prince.
He did not chase after her, too stunned.
Why do you always have to change the ending? I asked her.
Because I can, she said, it amuses me and I don’t need saving.
I know how to make a living, so I can always make my own way.
He can keep his money, the castle, the horses, the servants.
I don’t like baggage. Just being able to shock the whole castle
Especially my Stepmother and my ridiculous stepsisters is enough.
Watching their faces as I turned back into me was priceless
This memory will give me enthusiastic happiness forever after.
The prince regained his senses and ran after her.
She turned and put up her hand.
Talk to the glass slipper, she said, dropping it into his hand.
Because Cinderella ain’t listening; you hesitated too long.
I have never been so proud.
Categories:
stepsisters, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Free verse
Cinderella with the Prince
~ stepsisters wince
Ziket Guidelines:
1st line < 8 syllables
2nd line < 5 syllables
(Rhyme not required)
Thanks to Line Gauthier
for the introduction
to this fun form
Categories:
stepsisters, dance, relationship, sister,
Form: Free verse
Intuitive.
I am honest to a fault, overly sensitive, tough as nails and dependable.
I have two stepsisters, a half-brother and half-sister.
I love birds, antiques and old houses.
I feel anticipation, frustration and happiness.
I fear spiders, being misunderstood and being totally alone.
I would like to see more kindness in the world, no more abuse, no wars.
Resident of a cold northern place.
Considerate
1/13/19
Bio Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
stepsisters, self,
Form: Bio
Although I'm young am tired you see
from all the scheduled laborious activities
stepmother decided to step out momentarily
with stepsisters going on a ball shopping spree,
With me home alone to do arduous tasks
such as making candles from the bees wax
washing the dishes, sweeping and making the beds
making all the meals which I fear they will dread,
Growing and cultivating the vegetable garden
milking the cows out in the barn pen
basically waiting on the step family hand and foot
cleaning out the fireplace with all of the soot,
Gossip lately about going to the prince's ball
always ridiculing me like I'm just a serf rag doll
saying I'm not good enough to go with them
to stay home and sweep and look after the pets,
So as I take a break from all of the housework
I enjoy the peace and quiet for all that it's worth
sitting here in my chair with my broom by my side
daydreaming of one day becoming the prince's bride.
9-1-17
Cinderella by Norman Rockwell
Categories:
stepsisters, art, imagination,
Form: Personification
Happily never ever after,
Said the frog to the princess,
"We have only til' midnight until this fairytale is over"
With a glide of a wand, the godmother reversed back all memories
Of stories made up of tall tales, and Disney wishing,
"Your prince has yet to come out of the closet
and admit he's been stealing your shoes... or in your case... your stepsisters
Your mother called her botox appointment has been rescheduled,
Your father is out busy doing one of the fairies
Oh! and the enchanted wonderland you live in is over due with rent,
either pay up or move out!
This concludes all the messages for you, out of spacebook
One more thing, I sent you a request; add me as your imaginary friend, and check
out my wall of last winters "Dramatic Ball Gowns" festival"
Categories:
stepsisters, adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination
Form: Free verse
Excitement arose everywhere
Beautiful looked our Cinderella
But her stepsisters were their too
And their was no match for Isabella
The prince walked in the room
His eyes fell on Isabella
He asked her for a dance
And not our Cinderella
Soon the news spread through the kingdom
Prince and Isabella were to marry, no pretend
But then something happened
The prince chose Cinderella instead!
on the marriage day, bells rang
Ella and prince were coupled
But prince looked so fourlorn and sad
As though he had just been crumpled
And as the carriage went, people wondered
What was it, that had dejected him
But we know the truth, that
Cinderella had a revolver to torture him!
Categories:
stepsisters, children, funny,
Form: Ballad